ƒ023. serial mom

[msattentionspan]

[Anyone passing by the kitchen probably smells the burning. The journal, currently open and being used as a fan is letting the scent of burned cookies waft through the pages. She's not sure what she did wrong, but as the smoke clears, she realizes her mistake.]

Dammit. [She puts the journal down on the counter, open still, as her hands run through her hair. She coughs a bit, but tries to start cleaning up the mess.]

Damn! [She drops the cookie sheet quickly, not realizing how hot it would still be. Her hand will heal fast, but her ego is having a pretty rough day.]

Baking is not as easy as that blonde made it seem.



[ooc: open to all, for kisses or baking shenanigans!]

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[asseenontv]

[Shatterstar is in the kitchen, making... popcorn. It's just not the same if he wishes it up. The burnt cookie smoke is kind of unavoidable, though he gives her a sympathetic smile]

The first time I tried to make cookies, I set off the sprinklers. Jaime was very unhappy.

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[ftssusstgsetfwe]

Oh, gosh, I'm sorry! Are you having trouble? What are you working on, exactly?

[msattentionspan]

[She blanches at the comment, glancing to the ceiling.] Hadn't even thought of that.

Think I gotta worry about that here?

[msattentionspan]

Yeah, bit of trouble with the temperature of the oven. I thought I had it right, but maybe I moved it on accident.

These cookies are chunks of burned, now.

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

I wonder if the castle could have changed it. Can it do things like that?

[She sucks in air through her teeth; an audible wince.] I'm sorry to say you can't really fix that kind of problem.

[msattentionspan]

Maybe, who knows. I've never really used the kitchen like this before. [She frowns.]

Yeah, I figured they were stuck burned.

I'll just start over.

When the smoke clears.

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

If there's a lot of smoke, you might want to get out of there while it clears up, don't you think? And... Maybe let other people know? Some kind of warning?

Do you want me to help when you start over?

[msattentionspan]

People do dumb stuff all the time without letting people know. I'm sure anyone that comes this way will be able to tell right away that there's smoke. [Shrugging, she glances around.]

I'll be fine, with the smoke and probably with trying to start it again. I mean, if you want to help - you can, but I have to learn how to do this on my own eventually, I guess.

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

I guess, if you're sure... [Rapunzel, for her part, isn't. Just because everyone else does it... But she doesn't want to speak up when it's not her place to.]

Well, when you put it that way... I wish you good luck! What are the cookies for?

[msattentionspan]

[Faith isn't big on warning people about things, probably because she'd be something they'd be warned about. It's a thing.]

I was gonna give them to a few people, but I doubt they'll want them now.

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

Well, they say it's the thought that counts, but... Burnt cookies still might not be the best idea. Maybe you could give them something you can make with a skill you've already had time to practice?

[msattentionspan]

I'm not sure my practiced skills actually work as gifts.

[asseenontv]

They came on fairly quickly when I did it, so...

[He glances up at the ceiling, and then back at her]

You're probably fine.

[brohoof]

[Dirk has the horrible misfortune of being near the kitchen when the smell of burning cookie wafted out of it. Despite the smell, he couldn't help but go check it out. On finding the sight in front of him, he quirks an eyebrow, arms folded over his chest.]

It smells like you took a shit on the cookie sheet and then stuck it in the oven. It's really inconsiderate of you to subject the occupants of the castle to that, y'know. Ass-cookies are hardly festive.

[msattentionspan]

[She nods and moves to the sink to rinse her hand under the cold water, then moves the cookie sheet under the cold water too. The burned cookies turn to ... burned mush and slide away.]

Thanks, I don't need everything soaked in here too.

[msattentionspan]

[Faith lifts an eyebrow at this guy.]

It's just burned sugar cookies, you don't have to be a dick about it.

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

I bet they could, with some creative thinking! What are you good at?

[msattentionspan]

[Rapunzel.... you don't want her to tell you that.]

Uh... it's complicated.

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

[Ah, a secret, huh? Rapunzel understands having those.]

Well... Maybe you could wish something up for them?

[msattentionspan]

I don't wish for things. [She does steal them, though...] Magic always has a price and I don't like how the castle opts to make people pay for things.

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

Oh. I never thought about it like that...

Wait! I know! Someone I know has me helping her with a present. Maybe I or someone else can help you with presents, too!

[brohoof]

I'm not being a dick, I'm being honest. Though, I can see how you might confuse the two. It'd be a good idea to try and differentiate between the two better, though.

[A pause.]

Want some help?

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[valuedstrength]

[The burning smell alone is enough to catch his attention. The damns? Pretty much guaranteed he'd come running in to see if Faith is okay. Steve I don't think the burning cookies are going to kill Faith.] Everything okay?

[msattentionspan]

Yeah, I was being honest too. You were being a dick. [Telling her that her baking is the equivalent of taking a shit on a cookie sheet isn't cool. She actually followed the recipe and the stove got turned too high on accident. Rapunzel even thinks the castle might've done it.]

I'm sure you can understand that I'm not confused at all when I say I don't want your help.

[msattentionspan]

Who's having you help with their presents? [She's curious who is pawning off slave labor on the nice chick.]